Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Move,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.